LIGHT BEYOND.

Is your heart bowed down with sorrow;

Does your lot the hardest seem;

Think you of a brighter morrow,

Of a fairer future dream.

Have your prospects all been blighted;

Has each promise proved a snare;

Deepest wrongs are sometime righted,

Never yield you to despair.

Has the slanderer's tongue unsparing

Ruthless tarnished with its stain;

Was your good name worth the wearing —

Go and win it back again.

Would you rest where sunshine lingers;

You must toil the darkness through;

Only work with willing fingers,

Only live you brave and true.

Never care or trouble borrow,

“Trouble's real if it seems” —

Ever see a bright to-morrow,

Though you see it but in dreams.